Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

fingernails, but it smiled still.
    Kelsier Pushed against a soldier, flipping himself up as well. To his side, he saw Renoux leaning against the cart. Kelsier caught the kandra’s eyes and nodded slightly.
    Renoux dropped to the ground with a sigh, axe in his back.
    “Kelsier!” Ham yelled over the crowd.
    “Go!” Kelsier told him. “Renoux is dead.”
    Ham glanced at Renoux’s body, then nodded. He turned to his men, calling orders.
    “Survivor,” a rasping voice said.
    Kelsier spun. The Inquisitor strode forward, stepping with pewter’s lithe power, surrounded by a haze of atium-shadows.
    “Survivor of Hathsin,” it said. “You promised me a fight. Must I kill more skaa?”
    Kelsier flared his metals. “I never said we were done.” Then, he smiled. He was worried, he was pained, but he was also exhilarated. All of his life, there had been a piece of him that had wished to stand and fight.
    He’d always wanted to see if he could take an Inquisitor.

    Vin stood, trying desperately to see over the crowd.
    “What?” Dockson asked.
    “I thought I saw Elend!”
    “Here? That sounds a bit ridiculous, don’t you think?”
    Vin flushed. Probably. “Regardless, I’m going to try and get a better view.” She grabbed the side of the alleyway.
    “Be careful,” Dox said. “If that Inquisitor sees you . . .”
    Vin nodded, scrambling up the bricks. Once she got high enough, she scanned the intersection for familiar figures. Dockson was right: Elend was nowhere to be seen. One of the carts—the one off of which the Inquisitor had ripped the cage—lay on its side. Horses stomped about, hedged in by the fighting and the skaa crowds.
    “What do you see?” Dox called up.
    “Renoux is down!” Vin said, squinting and burning tin. “Looks like an axe in his back.”
    “That may or may not be fatal for him,” Dockson said cryptically. “I don’t know a lot about kandra.”
    Kandra?
    “What about the prisoners?” Dox called.
    “They’re all free,” Vin said. “The cages are empty. Dox, there are a lot of skaa out there!” It looked like the entire population from the fountain square had crowded down to the small intersection. The area was in a small depression, and Vin could see thousands of skaa packing the streets sloping upward in all directions.
    “Ham’s free!” Vin said. “I don’t see him—alive or dead—anywhere! Spook’s gone too.”
    “And Kell?” Dockson asked urgently.
    Vin paused. “He’s still fighting the Inquisitor.”

    Kelsier flared his pewter, punching the Inquisitor, careful to avoid the flat disks of metal sticking out the front of its eyes. The creature stumbled, and Kelsier buried his fist in its stomach. The Inquisitor growled and slapped Kelsier across the face, throwing him down with one blow.
    Kelsier shook his head. What does it take to kill this thing? he thought, Pushing himself up to his feet, backing away.
    The Inquisitor strode forward. Some of the soldiers were trying to search the crowd for Ham and his men, but many just stood still. A fight between two powerful Allomancers was something whispered about, but never seen. Soldier and peasant stood dumbfounded, watching the battle with awe.
    He’s stronger than I am, Kelsier acknowledged, watching the Inquisitor warily. But strength isn’t everything.
    Kelsier reached out, grabbing smaller metal sources and Pulling them away from their owners—metal caps, fine steel swords, coin pouches, daggers. He threw them at the Inquisitor—carefully manipulating Steelpushes and Ironpulls—and kept his atium burning so that each item he controlled would have a fanning multitude of atium-images in the Inquisitor’s eyes.
    The Inquisitor cursed quietly as it deflected the swarming bits of metal. Kelsier, however, just used the Inquisitor’s own Pushes against it, Pulling each item back, whipping them around at the creature. The Inquisitor blasted outward, Pushing against all the items at once, and Kelsier let them go. As soon as the Inquisitor stopped Pushing, however, Kelsier Pulled his weapons back.
    The imperial soldiers formed a ring, watching warily. Kelsier used them, Pushing against breastplates, lurching himself back and forth in the air. The quick changes in position let him move constantly, disorienting the Inquisitor, allowing him to Push his different flying pieces of metal where he wanted them.

    “Keep an eye on my belt buckle,” Dockson asked, wobbling slightly as he clung to the bricks